Colour?

Do not speak to me about colour.
You tell of
the warmth of red
the calming green
all these descriptors

I know warmth
it is the sun's rays upon my skin
it is the hug of a friend
What is warmth as a colour
Calm is the still lake
How can a colour be calm

You exclaim think!
of the type of colour when you feel the
heat of a fire
But you forget your preconceived notion
comes from the association of the
fire with its colour
You paint the world with colours
as if I could see them

The world would be better off without colours
devoid of hues which distract
and obscure
empty of the richness that the colour-blind lack
like me
No more needless
gaudy
vibrancy

Do not speak to me about colour.

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As Aletheia insisted (: